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O-Other things-A TO Z COUNTDOWN

I could not visit my blog for over last 2 weeks. I was super busy running into so many new people.I’m in fact, hunting for jobs. OMG, job hunting has been too tough nowadays. I’m back in the job market after 2 years of sabbatical.

Firstly,so far, job hunting stuff has been going on and I happened to just give some low-cost freelance project management training. At least something better on my plate rather than having nothing.A paycheck after 2 years. Wow, how much ever less it might be. For the first time in my life I had to drive all alone for 50 miles every day for a period of 4 days and continuously teach the folks for about 6 hours a day, give them tests , quiz and answer all the questions they ask.

I took this as an opportunity to enhance my own skill set and understand the mindset of the West. I had a British, Latino, American, Venezuelan and Texan in my class. All or most of them were roughly 10 years older than I.The experience was exciting as well as disappointing towards the end. I had understood that in spite of me setting expectations about the class that the boot camp was restricted to teach techniques about how to pass an exam rather than teaching each and every word from the text.Two of them wanted the British way-

  • Study the text end to end.
  • Make the class sit for 9 hours.
  • Give strict instructions.
  • Hit them with a came.

Just joking. That’s what they felt and that was the feedback given by those two folks.

I did not take this feedback personally but I had to put it across to them again that, this course is for professionals and not college students. They all had roughly 20+ years work experience and wanted an old school way. And I taught them the smarter way.

Secondly,amidst the class, there was this US Presidential election fever, the election itself and the results.I really loved the whole election system in America and has been following every debate of GOP and democrat party since January 2016. I was always excited to watch the live debates no matter how long it takes and follows both liberal and fox media. In this process, I learned a lot. The ecosystem of an election, bird’s eye view of politics, federal policies, history of right and left parties, infrastructure and the procedure of the candidature selection. Apart from all these, I also started watching series like “House of Cards” to understand politics from in-house perspective and fun too.I started correlating all these to my country and other countries thereby understanding the global politics. As a child, I always wanted to get a Ph.D. degree on something after seeing my aunts and cousins. They are all PhDs from the league schools.Fortunately, I guess I had narrowed down my option to study some masters degree in political science and may be doing a Ph.D. at some point in time in life. I was like, “come on, I had been academically good throughout my college and school, but wanted to start working to support my mom.So, the goal in my life took a downturn and I guess I had narrowed down something in my life”.So before I die, I should pursue my Ph.D. in political science.

Lastly,this A to Z countdown journey had taught me how to see the entire outlook of life. and how to differentiate between good and bad, truth and fake, fun and serious.

blogging · countdown · fiction · life · my lessons


This is an imaginary story….

Okay friends, I wanted to write something about the society but after looking at my Facebook, I got completely carried away by a Facebook post by one of my Facebook friends.This really threw some massive light on me and made me wake up from a big dream in my life.I realized what I did was wrong by living in a parallel fiction world.

When I was a teenager and after that, I grew up conservatively with absolutely zero boyfriends.I knew many boys but they were just good friends “only” with whom I used to interact and knew their families.Nothing personal and no crushes.But I had a liking for one guy whom I found very special then. I had a major crush on him, I was too afraid to strike a conversation with him and eventually started becoming Orkut and Facebook friends. We used to work on the same shift and lived almost in the same area. I was stalking on him and tried grabbing a lot of attention from him. We became friends. But not close but a kind of okay friends.

At that point of time, I noticed that one of my college friends, was close to him and I started becoming closer to her so that I can talk to him. I used to send him all the lovely forwarded SMS and my own ones too disclosing my attraction for him.I’m not sure that he understood and later got to know that he was single but was heart broken from a previous love affair.I was happy that he was single and started pursuing him very seriously. We also went for an interview together and with those butterflies in my stomach. Days passed and I slowly lost his contact. I was too focused on career and forgot his presence.

I got a new job and moved on. But I didn’t get attracted to anyone else other than him. One day, I confessed to him that I really like him in the sense , loved him and do not hesitate to get married to him.He was like “a big -no” obviously but he conveyed that in a subtle way and still stayed in touch. I got a promise from him that, he should never stop staying in touch with me on social media and always respond to me. He was like Okay and really did what I said.

I got engaged to my husband. The day before the engagement, I told my crush that I’m getting engaged and he will be invited to my wedding.He wished me luck and confessed that my friend had proposed him and he rejected her too because he was still thinking about that girl whom he loved, she moved on and got married.Years passed by, even though I seemed to move on, because of certain circumstances my spouse and I had very rough relationship. I used to literally cry every day and I started living in a fictional parallel world with my crush. That made me extremely happy and forget my rough relationship with my husband. After many days, my mom found this out, not about my parallel fiction but about this rough life, she started advising me to get on well with my husband. She started mentoring me and advised me like a friend. But I hid this dream life from her and from everyone. Because of my mom, I slowly started getting adjusted with my husband and later quit my job to move with him. Until then I was in India, happily in that fiction.Even after moving with my husband, I was still making the mistake of living in that fiction only and at times messaging my crush how much I missed him and all. He was forced into a marriage and that broke. I was happy and I thought God is going to take me there. My relationship with my husband got rougher and we literally fought. I was about to break up.

Again I sought my mom’s advice and she calmed me down. She was kind of noticing what I was up to though she was 10000 miles away.In fact, I was wrongly in love with this fictional guy without noticing that I was spoiling my life.Months passed by and I went to India to visit my mom for a brief one month. She again advised me to try adjusting with my husband. And I was like, one last chance , if nothing works, I will break up and get back to a job in India.My husband was too adding fuel to this fire by gossiping .That I’m responsible for childlessness though we both mutually were. Things started taking a turn when I noticed that my crush was married secretly.I started stalking him more to find out who that woman was. I came out of the dream almost 80% and started loving my husband. He too changed his attitude towards me and started respecting my choices and being less of a chauvinist.

Today, I found that he had got married to his first love.She divorced her husband and got married to my crush.That 80% love on my husband turned to 100%.At last, a massive light on me. I came out of the bad dream I was living in for almost 12 years since 2004. I’m wholeheartedly relieved and I started feeling very light since last 2 hours.I learned to move on. I started understanding reality.I feel that I can pursue better things in life and move forward quickly.I’m not sure how many people who know me personally are going to read this blog. Or perhaps none. None, the better.

my lessons · non-fiction · review

Phantoms in the Brain: Probing the Mysteries of the Human Mind

Was I interested in neuroscience? Did I love brain modeling? Did I make an attempt to drift my understanding in clinical psychology? Did I really know that there is a link between someone losing their limbs and the brain functioning? The answer to all the above questions is an obvious “No”. Until, there came a stage in life of my mom when her right leg was amputated due to medical reasons and I amended my answer to “Yes”. I started being very inquisitive whenever my mom says that her amputated leg creates troubles ,she feels the leg movement and feels like scratching that ghost even after 12 long years of getting the leg removed. I used to think that she had gone crazy and she misses the leg to the core. But after reading this book, I got to know that, the brain assumes the presence of this leg and tries to communicates with the stitched nerves of the existing stump.

The author makes a novice understand the anatomy of the brain, its functioning and the brain linkages to different bodily functions to an extent. He has provided case studies and several real life examples to explain these concepts. Dr. V.S. Ramachandran, had explained clearly about the phantoms in the brain not limiting to the lost limbs alone, but also, unconceived child and unrecognizable parents. This book is an excellent source for all neuroscience enthusiasts, people with special interests like me that wanted to understand about the phantom limb, nonfiction readers. I wholeheartedly agree that, this subject is extremely difficult to comprehend other than someone that has experienced it personally or kith and kin.Without reading this book, I wouldn’t have understood what trauma my mom was going through and in turn explained this to her so that she too got convinced about the root cause of the phantom limb. I had rated this book 4/5 merely because of the personal reasons.

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Fake it till you become it

This morning after my husband left to work and I cleaned up the house and was wondering what I would do today.I had jotted down my usual list of things like- finishing one of the “The Lord of the Rings” book that I have been reading over the weekend, practice more coding to get the hands-on better, start singing one song from today and then go out for a walk in the evening. Suddenly I received a phone notification that I need to update 14 apps on my mobile. I switched the wifi button on my phone and started updating.I was wondering that apart from these things before I start going to work, let me add something else to my agenda of “not-so” great things people would assume that I would be doing. Bam- “TED”. I knew that TED is a blog that posts all the good talks under the sun – anything right from the pin to the plane but I never made an attempt so far to watch one .I had installed this app and made a point that I would listen to one video a day on any random topic. This way, I could improve a) My communication skills b) More information c) Productive use of time for 20 minutes.

That afternoon, after my lunch, I happened to look at the TED app and found the popular talks of all time tab there.The topic “Your body language shapes who you are” looked interesting to me.The speaker was Amy Cuddy who is a Harvard researcher and a Social psychologist. She had done an extensive research on the body language or the nonverbal portion of a person that changes the other people’s perspective on that person.This sounded interesting to me and started watching the video.

I have heard of this sentence “Fake it until you make it” and I always believed this. Let me narrate a small story. When I was in school, after every summer vacation, the teacher used to ask us what we did last summer and where we went for a vacation.Every student used to come up with some stories that they had visited their grandparents, visited monuments, went to hill stations or amusement parks or whatever and wherever.I never got to do any of these and got cornered by the fellow students since I did not visit any place and be at home.I used to wonder, how lucky these people are because they lived in a metro and their native place used to be a village and they use to have big get- together with their large families. Whereas, I was born and raised in a metro somewhere in South India. Our family was very small. All my relatives moved to different cities and metros and there was absolutely no presence of any village in my circle because my ancestors moved to this metro a century ago.Apparently since the family size had gone down, we literally did not stay in touch with any cousins and people getting on with their busy lives didn’t know the existence of the entire family. And I being a child with no siblings was totally aloof and my friends in the apartment also used to go for a vacation. As a child, I used to feel very lonely and my mom used to take me to the beach or to a restaurant and that’s all she could afford being a single mom.So during every summer vacation, I used to write down a super fake story about what I did in that summer vacation. I used to imagine that I had gone to some monument in some other city of India. Meanwhile gathered facts about the monument and keep an essay ready and have it by heart.After the vacation ends and school reopens I used to tell it by heart in such a way that I really visited the place. That instilled my confidence and my fellow classmates stopped cornering me.So I really faked it until I made it but somewhere in the corner of my heart, I used to feel guilty of this act of mine.

Today, when I heard Amy Cuddy’s speech, I like the thing she said “Fake it till you become it” and I totally buy her words. She cited an example of her life and how she did strive to finish her college after her IQ levels dropped down by 2 standard deviations and how she had faked her confidence in the terms of the body language until she became the one who is she now.She also said that tiny tweaks in our posture and body language can result in big changes in life. That was wonderful and I also feel a need to change the body language and start adapting the superwoman pose for being more confident in life.I’m going to fake being a superwoman starting now so that one fine day in future I will be a superwoman in the real life. GO/SUPERWOMAN !!!!!

creativity · my lessons · non-fiction · review



Big magic – Does this word sound too big? Yes, to me it did. I follow Liz Gilbert’s facebook page and make sure I read whatever she writes every morning.She has a habit of posting something on her facebook page every morning and whenever she doesn’t do, I would apparently await her post.When she was in Greece, I happened to know that, she is waiting for her big release of the book Big Magic on 22nd September 2015. Okay, I calculated the number of months using my fingers and found that during the release of the book, I would be at home with my mom in Chennai, India.Many fans of hers, had pre-ordered the book that would be delivered by on that day and I felt really sad for not being in the US on the day of the launch.So, I browsed and did not find any option to pre-order the book or the name of the book was not even found in the search results. Sadness flowed in through me like how the blood flows into the main stream.I searched for a kindle version and yes found that. But somehow was not so convinced about kindle version since I had read 2 full non-fiction texts on kindle and had landed up straining my eyes and fingers.

Apparently twice a day I call up my mom who is in India and she lives alone in that apartment with barely minimum help only for the daily chores. She is not a senior citizen but unfortunately, has an amputated leg.So to keep her occupied and make her feel my presence, I give her call. Thanks to my hubby for the unlimited international call straight talk connection he got it for me using which I can make unlimited calls to India from my mobile.The call gets disconnected every hour and I need to ring the number using some international code to reach her again. Whatever so far excellent to keep in touch with her.

I started sharing few posts of Liz Gilbert’s on my facebook page and few quotes of hers would be my cover page. To my dismay, I do not have any friend of mine that reads or anyone who knows Liz Gilbert as a writer.People around me are not interested in reading books.This is really a sad state, I actually need some company at least some distant friend with whom I can have a discussion about the books and exchange thoughts. An aunt of mine reads books but her genres are completely different and she belongs to a different age as old as my mom.Thanks to the social media I find some like- minded heads who keep commenting on the facebook page of the writers and there are replies and mutual likes. Poof this sucks, people are so engrossed with the other modes of entertainment like watching movies and merely hanging out with people and they have forgotten the face of the books.
Maybe this could be one of the reasons why I stopped reading during my school days and admired my classmate who used to read Nancy drew and Hard Boys. Though I never had good terms with her, I secretly admire her even to this date. Though I wasn’t so genuine or matured with her during my school days I like her till date and did not utter even a word to her on my secret liking. Of course nothing more than the pure admiration for her skill set and she as a good human being.Now, it is 6.30 AM in Texas and someone is secretly wishing her. So there will be someone in this world who wishes or secretly admires us and might not tell it out. That someone could be anyone – a friend, colleague, parent, family member, neighbor or anyone on social media.

September- the beginning of fall season in the United States, I was happily home with mom in India hugging her, shopping with her, cooking for her,cleaning the house, arranging my books in the shelf, fighting with her and consoling her.The most unforgettable month I ever had. I knew that my time in India will be only for a month so I made a good use of time by meeting my in-laws in Hyderabad, my aunts, uncles and cousins back in Chennai. I wanted to meet my friends, unfortunately, couldn’t meet any of them. I have a best friend in Hyderabad who is older than I by four years, used to report to me when I was working there.She was a kind of elder sister and a mentor to me. She woke up my spirit by motivating me and making me coming out of my gloominess what I had due to many personal reasons and made me into a different individual by making me see through myself. Love her. She is Swapnanjali. She brought out the actual me after 4 years of life. I had forgotten who I was, sulked and was in a bad shape.She had advised me and I got back to my energy levels like how I was before 2010 and after 2008.In turn, I helped her at work, I’m good at work and love to innovate.I was a quality manager for 3 years in Hyderabad. We had similar interests other than reading which she didn’t.

Poking is something that I’m fond of on facebook. I have two friends on facebook who keep poking me and I do it in return.Both of them are my ex-colleagues one from Cognizant and the other from hp.We did not work directly with each other, but we belonged to the neighboring teams.We poke each other on facebook multiple times a day and literally have had poke wars since 2010 and till date.I met one of them in an ice cream parlor who also lives in the same area as that of mine in Chennai.We happened to have a short talk for about 25 minutes and I was back home.

After catching up with all of them for the first 2 weeks, I was at home for the next 2 weeks with mom and giving her whole attention. Apart from arguing, of course, who do not resort to arguing with mom and later cuddling her.Mom loves TV and I hate that. So we constantly argue upon that box.I started talking to my mom about Big Magic and she asked me to order it on so that I can pick it up the next time I’m home. I do not know when I will visit my mom the next time- it might not be for another 6 months. 180 days is too long for me to wait to read Big Magic. Hence, I told my mom that I would buy the book for the Thanksgiving Day in the US.But I secretly wanted the book immediately and my mom understood the desire.

One afternoon after lunch IST, I was reading the facebook page of LG and happened to find out that many of her fans have started reading the book and some of them have finished it already. The jealousy in me grew to such an extent that, I had a look at amazon and to my amazement the book does exist in India in hardcover along with 15% discount. Boom, I had ordered it and the delivery was promised to happen before 6th October whereas I would leave India on 4th October. Amazon usually takes 2-3 days for a book delivery, but there were 2 national holidays in between so the delay.
I had given a call to the customer care of and requested for the delivery of the book ASAP and was ready to bear the additional shipping charges. The customer care representative did take a note of my request and to my surprise I received the book on a national holiday without me shelling out a single penny for the shipping charges. Thanks to amazon, I was in the cloud nine jumping with excitement and updating my celebration on the facebook page and good reviews on the amazon website. The review on the website could not be posted for some reason I’m not aware of.Mom was very happy to see my face with so much glow and she told me to order books so that she would keep it safely locked in the cupboard till I meet her the next time.

One thing I always wished was a book as a gift from friends, relatives or hubby. But it never happened. When I was a child, I received books as a gift from my mom and paternal uncles.I used to feel extremely happy then. I never have a habit of sharing my books with someone. I usually give them away to someone forever whenever I feel so and never on a sharing basis. Books are very personal to me like my life partner and I feel that the touch of those books should be only from my skin and not anyone else. Once I have a book I kind of get romantically inclined with them and have an affair with all of them. So sharing the books is not my cup of tea. I discussed this with mom and mom was like, if she had been working she would have bought all the books under the sun for me.Mom sweet mom, love her loads. So, in order not to get disappointed I had started gifting books to myself and every time, I get a parcel from I open it with all the surprise to smell the pages of the new books and store it safely in the shelves.Few people have got me incorrect, they think that I have an obsession for gold jewelry but a “BIG NO”. I get flattered and fall in love with people who gifts me books and might forget who I’m.Yes, that’s my weakness. In the recent past, I received a gift from my team in Hyderabad which is a book. That team understood me to the core and the book was “And the mountains echoed”.I too understood them and it was my best team to have worked with so far as a quality manager.

For the year 2015, I had set up a reading challenge to myself in the goodreads. So when I came home, I started reading Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged. This is one of the longest books and heavy reads from my shelves. I had admired Ayn Rand since not sure how long may be from the DNA. My dad is a super fan of Ayn Rand and I remember as a child that he used to read the fountainhead with a red cover page.Those memories were dated back to 1986-87.I have a good memory, maybe that is a gift from God to me.When the Big Magic knocked my door and arrived, I had switched from Atlas Shrugged and moved onto Big Magic. I had immediately changed the reading challenge of goodreads from Ayn Rand in the month of October to Big Magic.This swap happened coz of LG and thanks to her, I had almost reached 83% of the challenge and have been left with just 2 books this year and one, the Atlas Shrugged which is a big fish and the other is the New Jim Crow by Michelle Alexander.
I’m aware that I got to slog too much to finish them apart from the analytics projects that I have taken up as practice from my future job.

Amazon had packed the book very neatly and with multiple wraps. After cutting the wraps using a pair of scissors, I had found the book nicely waiting for me the touch, feel and read it. Yes, it is hard bound.For the first time in many years, I had bought a hard-bound book with merely Rs. 359 which is approximately around $5. I liked the color of the cover page which resembled the creativity and the painting blend of heart, soul and mind putting together. The name of the author and the subtitle of the book was embossed with a raised print.I had showed this to my mom and she was like WoW nice. You have chosen everything wrong in your life. I feel bad for you.I didn’t want to disappoint her and make her more worried, rather I changed the topic and was talking to her about Sheryl Sandberg, Michelle Alexander and the other women who had achieved so much in life despite the burdened responsibilities and hurdles.She wished me wholeheartedly and prayed God for my success. I told her in turn that, she should take care of her health so that she is happy seeing me grow to at least 50% of what I wanted.I know it is a bit too much of asking. But, I really want her to feel contended thinking about my achievement and am running a rat race.

Why did I crave so much for the book and how did I become a fan of the author, Liz Gilbert. This all happened one day when I was frustrated with life in the US, and unwrapped the book ‘Eat, Pray,Love’ exactly after my 31st birthday. I could relate so much to myself with the character in the book.It was as if Liz had written the book for my own sake and only for me.I do not care if she doesn’t know of my existence, but I’m so attached to her writing.So that’s how I became a fan of hers.
When I got to know that Big Magic will be the next book of hers, I really thought the book was a fiction.I started imagining that, she had written about somebody in the book and had some gateway towards magic of a woman in the novel. But to my grace, I found that the book is non-fiction and it does not talk about a single woman as I assumed, rather talks about every single person in this world who had failed creating stuff due to various reasons and also the examples given by her provides strong evidence of the existence of Big Magic. This book seems to be more of a guide on the philosophy of how to lead a creative life as a vocation rather than a profession.

The book is divided into six parts- Courage, Enchantment, Permission, Persistence, Trust, Divinity.
Each part has several small chapters that provide us one example of every action towards creativity.
The book starts this way: ‘What is creativity? The relationship between human being and the mysteries of inspiration’. This sentence rang a bell to me that, the book is non-fiction and talks about the creativity.She had dedicated the book to someone called Rayya and I had assumed that Rayya was her niece but later understood it was her best friend.

The parts Courage and Enchantment was read by me at home in Chennai.These parts basically teach us that we should know to live along with the fear in us, coz nothing exists without fear.In order to go on a creative journey- one should live with fear, creativity and themselves alongside in the short span of life we live.I like the thought that was defined in the book that, ideas do exist in the universe like the good and bad stuff out there.The ideas try to reach us from the universe and we should be able to accept the idea with an open invitation and take it within us and start working towards it. If we do not reciprocate to the idea when it is trying to hit us, then that would go to someone else out there and wait for their receipt. It will move so on and so forth from each and every person. We should work towards attaining the success using the idea.However, the ideas need not be of artistic nature, it could be anything like skiing, learning to fly, etc.And success is something that need not be converted to monetary terms, it could be anything that gives us the happiness and that something we craved for.

The time for me to pack up things and bid goodbyes to my neighbors and some warm exchange of hugs between my mom and me. I had given a ring to my relatives whom I met and my poking friend too since I had met them all and everyone of them including my poking friend remembered that I was traveling back to the US. I did not expect this from my friend, though, the relatives knew I was leaving and it was expected that I would receive a call from them wishing a safe journey.Sometimes we have surprises too from people not known much to us.I’m happy that at least one friend acknowledged my travel and really meant to wish me. Kudos!!

Once the plane took off to Dubai, I was feeling very dizzy, it was 10PM in the night with super turbulent weather coz of the rains.The lady sitting next to me was actually scared and she moved her seat from 20C to 20B just to sit next to me so that she had someone to comfort her. I understood and smiled at her. I had consoled her that, once the plane crosses Chennai, there won’t be any turbulence since there are no rains after that. She was happy to hear and fell asleep. But later woke up to another turbulence while crossing the Arabian sea.I could not read on the plane coz I myself was feeling super sleepy and the lights were switched on in the aircraft for the entire flight.Finally, it was time for me to get off the aircraft from the Dubai terminal and get to the terminal of the aircraft that goes to the Dallas.After 30 minutes of travel from the aircraft through the bus and, the train I had reached the terminal and found a good place to sit and all the more had one-hour time for boarding. So I opened the Big Magic again and started reading the next part Permission.This part basically concentrates on the fact that one does not need permission to pursue the creative life and also one should not get broke when something does not happen rather persevere. LG talked about how many rejection letters she had received before her first publication. She also talks about not to spend lots of money on the creative education coz creativity is not something that could be taught in a class but something that comes from within and the universe.That style is very individualistic and should be authentic.I could just read 10 pages after which got carried away by people getting into the open boarding gates. So, I had followed them and saw a bunch of newspapers of the day. I had picked up the Financial Times and started reading it until the boarding announcement of my zone.

After alighting the plane and the take-off. I had completely lost sleep. But was extremely happy to notice that, there was no one occupying the 2 seats next to me.So, I had stretched my legs nicely, put on the headphones and tuned to the channels.After some dinner and a small nap, I had watched 2 movies and the half of the long journey of 16 hours surpassed. I was fully awake. My neighbor who was sitting in the front seat was a gross disturbance to me. He was asleep and dropped the pillows where I was seated. He had stretched the seat to such an extent that it hurt when the stow was opened by me for having food. Something clicked me, so I switched on the reading light, ordered some hot coffee and started reading Big Magic again. The light was falling on his eyes, but I did it desperately coz, he had stretched his seat beyond the limits as if he was a first-class passenger.I had read the rest of the part and then watched more movies and videos. I was amazed to watch one of the documentaries that spoke about creativity. Whatever Liz Gilbert said that the ideas exist in the universe, this guy who was one of the creators of a fashion brand also told the same thing. Wow!! What a balance.I believe in balance and I look forward writing stuff about balance.

After 2 days of tiring jet-lag, in Dallas and crossing the eight time zones. I wanted to jot down a plan for the next 3 months in terms of reading, practicing analytics and so on. In the meantime, I understood my laptop needs windows updates to run which is pending since April this year. There were 47 updates which nearly took two solid hours and I figured out that I should finish the book and hence read the next 130 pages.The parts Persistence, Trust, and Divinity were covered.In the part, Persistence it was said that Liz Gilbert had taken vows formally that she would want to become a writer. What she conveys to the readers is one should not try to become a successful writer.Being successful and earning money on that is what everyone dreams of and it is true. However, if one starts thinking that at the first shot they would become successful then it doesn’t work that way.
Persistence is what everyone needs.I really like some of the sentences she had quoted. She says fake it till you make it. The big magic, wouldn’t come to us always. We really need to fake it and seduce the big magic to come back to us. It was said that, if we need to seduce the big magic, we need to dress up for the occasion and invite it with the open arms.Yes, she might be right. But I disagree with this point. When I dress up, I get carried away with my looks and instead of seducing the big magic, I fall into the prey of selfies and self-love.I haven’t found that kind of love similar to something that has been portrayed in the Nicholas Sparks’ books and movies. The one person whom I can share my good and bad, happiness and sadness, laughter and cries and the one who loves me wholeheartedly no matter what and how I look and I’m willing to reciprocate in a similar manner.Lucky are the ones who have found such love or is it all illusionary and can be only found in the books or movies.Or is it like people conceal and act in front of others that they love each other so much and do some bitching. Or am I the only one who has not found love to at least 75% of the extent of what I thought would be. So should I be living on this earth with an unfounded love and soul mate with whom I cannot share any sadness or issues but only laughter, happiness and brightest of times, I’m simply married and the entire story of mine is  Just kidding, though!!.I might have got sentimental. If there are no readers then fine. If there are, I’m neither ugly nor beautiful but someone with a pretty heart and a pretty face.Is it like all the arranged marriages are like this? Or is it only mine? My mom says, there are good folks out there and my case is the one that falls under the cut-off line of not being loved wholesomely by the spouse.Okay, I go with whatever my mom says and I personally put a picture in my mind of someone who cares like the hero in the Nicholas Sparks’ books and movies and lead the life with joyful moments. I’m 31 and not sure how long I would pretend to be loved by the spouse wholesomely and love me as how I exist.

Being perfect doesn’t work with the big magic.Perfectionists are not creative.I agree with this point.I have instances of this in my own life. For example, when I was working, like I said, I had a team who gifted me a book on my farewell day.This team had extremely a lot of capability to innovate and create stuff at work in order to come up with new ways of measuring a product’s performance. They are a set of engineers with excellent communication skills and untapped potential. After interacting with them for a week or two, I had understood where they can reach and started dividing the team into small groups and assigned work for them. I had asked them to come up with stuff whatever they are interested in- like setting up metrics, designing performance dashboards, creating a knowledge base, conducting the risk analysis, mentorship, etc. I had given them a deadline of 2 weeks. This is the work that I had given them apart from  the routine quality checks they had to perform.With a clause that, these guys should not hamper their work for the sake of finishing these interesting projects. I knew for sure that, these folks will not be able to create a perfect product, but I had expected something out of the box. Yes, this worked and was successful. We had presented these projects to the clients program manager and her expectations exceeded on this. She had implemented these across the board and I had a lot of applications from the operations team to join my team.I was super excited since I was able to bring out the potential talent in a person that was hidden so far due to bureaucratic practices of the enterprise.That reality was in fact shattered by another program manager who had replaced the one that encouraged our practices. This person wanted everything perfect.She couldn’t understand that the work what we do is completed based on the user-generated content and users moods and activities keep changing at the macro level.Thereby the practices need to be changed as and when there is macro-level changes.She didn’t understand this and started branding our work as useless and no consistency.Our folks started losing focus since the work what we did was innovative and the manager could not understand that with her narrow-minded brain. Creativity with the team was lost. Oh My Gosh !!! We had to shut down the team and I had to move away to find some other work. Why did I tell this story? Coz this relates to the fact that perfectionists are not creators.

Next comes the part of Trust where LG talks about whether the creativity loves you in turn.We must do our best to gain the trust of the creativity. She concludes this part by talking about the difference between martyr and trickster, curiosity and passion.I love the way she says that “You don’t need to conduct autopsies on your disasters”- Move ON !!!! She does talk about how Einstein does the combinatory play which is an act of opening up one mental channel by dabbling in another. For example, LG had been writing. At one point of time, to get more focus she had a break and started learning to decorate her house by gardening stuff. Later, she had become an expert in the gardening and its history.This paved a way for her to write a book called The Signature of All Things which talks about the gardening and its history since the nineteenth century.This book also talks about the difference between need and want. She says the universe responds to our need and not our want.

The last part Divinity which runs only for a few pages talks about the difference between sacred and profane what happened in Indonesia regarding the Balinese dance style and how it evolved from a holy dance to the entertainment and vice versa.

Personally speaking, I had a feeling that, the book is like a guide and it provides light to the dark path that we have been following due to the noise all over. I had a feeling that LG was advising like my mom who always encourages me to do the stuff what I do. But the only difference between my mom and LG is : mom asks me to pursue the path that I want by immediately quitting the existing one.Put your heart and soul to achieve what you want whereas LG talks about not quitting the existing job to do whatever we want. Do stuff as trial and error and if it succeeds proceed else find another way to your creativity.And another is mom gives me this advice for a profession whereas LG had advised for the vocation. The balance is attained here.This book should be read by people who had failed to persevere and went by the noise in the universe.If you had felt that the book talks about only fat chance and not anything else, then do not read this.